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NAPOLEON  I 

—IN— 

The  Island  of  Elba. 


A  POEM 

THAT  COMPREHENDS  NAPOLEON  I  IN  THE  ISLAND  OF 

ELBA  ;  His  ENTRANCE  TO  PARIS  ;  THE  FLIGHT 

OF  Louis  XVIII ;  THE  RELATION  OF  THE 

BATTLE  OF  WATERLOO  AND  THE 

ABDICATION  OF  NAPOLEON 

BEFORE  THE  CONGRESS 

FROM  FRANCE. 


BY 

DR.  SERAPIO  OROZCO. 

Bay  View  Hotel,  529  Second  St.,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 
AUGUST  28,  1901. 


Hoi 

M  A  / 


great  interest  that  inspires  to  humanity  the  actual 
_  fight  between  the  Saxon  and  Latin  races  for  subdu 
ing  the  world  has  inspired  to  me  this  poem.  Known 
is  the  fight  of  the  past  century,  between  France,  with 
Napoleon  I  on  one  side  and  England  and  its  allies  on  the 
other.  Napoleon,  to  the  favor  of  his  military  genius, 
pretended  to  subdue  the  world.  He  was  accustomed  to 
say  that  the  world  would  be  Latium,  or  Cossack,  that 
were  the  greatest  powers  of  that  epoch  over  the  face  of 
the  earth.  When  Napoleon  saw  that  he  could  not  gain  the 
victory,  he  had  an  interview  in  Tilsit  with  Emperor  Alex 
ander,  of  Russia,  for  agreeing  in  division  of  the  world 
but  fortunately  Alexander  did  not  accept  the  proposition. 
I  said  so,  because  if  Alexander  would  have  agreed  the 
Saxon  race  would  have  fallen  completely,  and  it  is  so 
important  to  the  civilization  of  the  world.  Alexander 
and  Napoleon  would  have  established  in  the  world  an 
absolute  dynasty,  with  its  slavery  and  court  of  crimes. 
Thus  is  revealed  the  character  of  Washington  and  Na 
poleon.  Washington  was  a  great  man,  who  desired  the 
felicity  of  the  people.  Napoleon  proclaimed  himself  em 
peror,  imitated  Caesar,  and  clothed  himself  with  that  au 
thority.  I  hope  that  America  will  not  forget  the  doc 
trines  of  Washington. 

The  only  peril  that  I  see  is  the  situation  of  the  Chinese 
Empire.  If  Russia  takes  any  great  part  it  is  possible 
with  time  a  Tartar  invasion. 

I  hope  my  poem  will  be  well  received  j  not  for  its  sub 
limity  of  thought,  but  the  opportunity  and  truth. 

SERAPIO  OROZCO. 


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NAPOLEON  IN  THE  ISLAND  OF  ELBA 

[Translated  from  the  Spanish  by  the  ^Author.] 

Oh!  Which  is  the  inexorable  decree  of  the  doom? 
Which  are  the  changas  of  the  lot? 
Yesterday  sowed  of  flowers  my  road, 
To-day  sentenced  to  inhuman  death. 

When  I  was  proclaimed  Emperor — 

And  I  have  not  suffered,  nor  changed,  nor  misfortune; 

Vain  adulation,  incense  in  my  environs, 

Every  city  humbled  itself  to  my  feet. 

The  sun  it  seemed  to  be  shiny, 
The  seasons  without  cold  and  without  clouds; 
Any  one  by  presage,  crossed  for  my  meaning, 
The  king  of  worlds  it  believed  me  crowned. 

Durable  seemed  to  me  the  glory, 
All  men  I  see  very  little; 
Courtesan  the  lauds  of  the  history, 
Living  reality,  the  problem  of  my  sleep. 

Caesar  I  judged  was  despot  and  coward, 
Relapsed  and  dwarfish  to  Charles  Magno 
Foolish  to  the  Greek  Menelas, 
Stupid  to  the  generous  Trojans. 

Horizon  it  had  not  my  ambition, 
Inexorable  was  the  edge  of  my  sword, 
That  it  cut  with  fury,  without  compassion, 
Without  victory  it  never  displayed. 

But  come  Soult  and  loss  the  Spain 

Ney  evacuated  Torresvedras, 

Arrived  the  implacable  rage  of  the  hurricane — 

My  dreams  changed  myself  in  chimeras. 

I  was  obliged  to  make  war  with  Russia, 
The  formidable  enemy  and  very  terrible; 
And  I  shall  see  with  indifference  the  Prussian, 
Believing  that  the  triumph  was  infallible. 

I  marched  in  the  cold  season, 
Without  attending  in  the  force  of  the  ice, 
And  was  such  the  harshness  of  the  heaven 
That  all  seemed  to  me  divine  chastisement. 


[*] 

The  Russianss  advised  by  Moreau, 
By  Dumories  and  other  criminals, 
They  kindied  to  Moscow 
His  chapetels,  and  refuges  hymenals. 

And  afterward  that  Cutusoffwas  driven, 
And  my  army  was  victorious, 
The  fire  it  spread  on  a!l  sides, 
Producing  the  dread  awful. 

And  in  spiie  of  my  honor  and  of  my  glory, 
I  ordered  a  retrogade  movement, 
Between  conflicts  that  there  is  no  memory, 
Nor  I  suffered  them  in  other  circumstance. 

Ney,  that  he  behaved  himself,  how  valiant ! 
I  ordered  him  the  necessary  retreat, 
Uniting  to  his  orders  all  gents, 
With  constance,  care  and  courage. 

And  to  the  favor  of  rapid  sledges, 
I  save  myself  of  turning  out  a  prisoner, 
And  remaining  in  the  Caucasus  as  Prometeo, 
1  saving  the  distance  the  sooner. 

And  were  as  supreme  the  struckens, 
As  extraordinary  the  stormy  of  the  heavens, 
That  were  buried  many  thousands  Frenchmen 
In  the  cold  tympans  ot  the  coolness. 

I  lost  the  best  of  my  soldiers, 
Captains  and  Generals  of  the  best, 
The  prestige  also  of  the  great  warrior, 
The  enthusiasm  and  affection  of  my  allies. 

Italy  denied  to  me  the  support 
Its  army  changed  itself  in  the  battle; 
Every whers  I  met  spring-hidden  rock; 
The  laugh  loud  and  long  of  the  rabble. 

It  make  me  treason  Angereau  and  Talleyrand, 
Bernardote  and  the  perverse  of  Macdonald, 
Helping  so  the  hosts  from  Alexander, 
And  changing  my  device  by  the  royal. 

I  suffered  the  most  cruel  undeceiving, 
The  most  sad  and  bitter  deception ; 
The  time  it  teaches  with  the  years, 
Which  inconstant  are  the  illusions. 

That  they  have  not  bases  in  the  justice, 
In  the  sight,  the  virtue  and  fidelity, 
Nothing  worth  the  skill  and  strategy, 
Against  the  sublime  sentiment  of  liberty. 


[3] 

I  arrived  in  Paris  full  of  affliction, 

To  procuring,   if  it  was  possible,  myself  to  defend, 

Lamenting,  as  gloomy  obstructions, 

Without  guns,  munitions  nearly  disarmed. 

And  Louis.  Bourbon's  descendant, 
Protected  him  for  extrengers  bayonets, 
Turned  to  France  one  thousand  fracments, 
Violating  his  ground  and  his  flags, 

And  subdued,  and  not  being  possible  to  resist, 
Abandoned  to  a  miserable  impotence, 
They  despoused  that  I  was  to  exist, 
In  this  island  reduced  my  existence. 

From  which  they  made  myself  sovereign, 

As  bloody  sneer  of  the  doom, 

As  aspiration  of  delirium  human, 

For  spreading  innocent  blood  in  my  road. 

I,  pretending  from  the  Europe  her  dominion, 
With  the  iron,  the  fire  and  conquest, 
Without  respecting  the  right  that  is  divine, 
Looking  of  the  glory  the  only  piste. 

And  nevertheless  of  my  life,  so  retired, 
Louis  and  Talleyrand  lived  with  fear, 
Believing  that  one  ambuscade  I  contrive, 
Is  my  name  and  my  glory  his  dread. 

And  they  pretend  that  the  Europe  exile  me, 

To  the  regions  shady  and  unknown, 

That  it  forgot  my  glories  and  struck  down 

My  name,  and  my  exploits  themselves  may  be  buried. 

But  I  cannot  to  my  lot  resign  myself, 

Neither  run  over  this  sad  road; 

Nor  that  my  enemies  may  do  irision 

No  their  amusing  of  the  sad  end  of  my  doom. 

I  account  always  with  the  noble  France 

That  never  humbled  her  the  misfortune 

He  shall  give  to  me  her  resources  with  constancy, 

Forgeting  her  stirukens  one  by  one. 

I  account  in  this  island  \vith  good  servants 
With  brave  generals  and  champions 
That  helping  myself  in  all  my  designs, 
Hoisting  as  always  my  standards. 

In  the  Brie  that  I  have  in  the  bay, 

I  shall  carry  munition  and  cannons 

And  working  the  day  and  the  night  with  care, 

I  will  surprise  careless  garrisons. 


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And  assisted  with  the  prestige  and  enthusiasm 
With  I  account  in  the  city  and  the  borders, 
I  shall  take  down  the  garrisons  with  spasm 
Changing  very  soon  the  standards. 
With  the  same  that  I  subdued  the  Prussian 
That  I  shivered  at  Gena  and  Tilsit, 
With  that  I  conquered  in  Moscow  the  Russian 
And  Austrian  in  Marengo  y  Austerlits. 
We  will  sail  out  in  the  brie  the  Ynconstant, 
With  guns,  baggage  and  ammunitions 
And  without  loss  of  the  time  nor  an  instant 
We  shall  embark  our  cannons. 
We  shall  freight  the  boat  "  Ster" 
And  other  boats  mercantiles  selecting, 
Profiting  ourselves  the  next  tide 
With  secret  without  being  perceived. 

Embark  of  Napoleon,  taking  his  twins. 
There  in  the  clear  horizon 
Where  shining  splendid  sun, 
We  see  between  clouds  and  resplendent  rouge 
How  any  fleet  that  her  cannons  mount. 
There  the  point  of  the  earth  that  I  born 
Where  my  infancy  the  first  light  I  saw, 
From  Corce,  with  precious  history  I  gave, 
Of  that  blue  ocean  that  inspire  to  mind. 
This  is  "  Velpomene"  or  terrible  flower  of  Luse, 
That  is  the  ould  distentive  of  the  Bourbons. 
That  bruiled  it  elevated  the  infamous  Louis, 
With  cabalas,  intrigues  and  treasons. 
And  if  my  departure  would  be  known, 
And  the  fleet  showing  obstruct  our  travel, 
With  courage,  heroism  and  energy  bold, 
We  run  up  with  a  ray  on  board. 
The  courage  is  the  only  hope, 
In  the  conflicts  and  great  afflictions, 
It  is  Hercules,  that  inspire  the  trust 
In  the  victory  with  its  beautiful  ovations. 
Lastly,  I  don't  see  other  signs, 
That  they  reveal  in  the  boat  great  wickedness. 
Her  standards  commercial,  it  seem  to  me, 
We  wond  profit  ourselves  her  stupid  silliness. 
And  we  going  with  the  wind  favorable, 
And  we  will  hoist  the  bowsprit  and  all  sail 
That  the  readiness  in  the  march  may  be  probable, 
The  victory  in  all  enterprise  it  reveal. 


[5] 

III. 

The  General  Bertrand  refering  the  march  over  Paris. 
The  third  of  March  in  the  afternoon, 
The  little  fleet  anchored  in  the  gulf  Juan 
Napoleon  lands  without  much  boastful 
With  his  serene  face  as  giant. 
And  in  bulky  and  shady  wood, 
Were  its  jumble  the  cedars  and  olive  tree, 
He  harangued  with  great  lustre  to  his  trocp; 
How  in  the  time  of  the  triumphs  positive. 
And  there  it  arise  the  niort  robust  (olive ); 
That  serve  of  sign  to  the  history 
Which  it   shall  be  from  Napoleon's  only  bust 
That  the  time  conserve  in  the  memory. 
And  the  Antibes  satisfied,  he  passed  to  Cannes, 
Between  the  more  great  enthusiasm 
Of  the  neighbors,  citizens  and  countrymen, 
They  deliberating  of  loving  and  spasm. 
And  in  the  vales,  country  and  cities, 
Was  such  the  delirium  of  the  gents 
And  so  great  the  febriles  anxiety 
That  sooner  caused  to  the  sense. 
And  the  army  that  sending  the  Bourbons, 
They  would  make  any  opposition 
In  the  mass  it  overflowed  the'batallions, 
Proclaiming  with  pleasure  to  Napoleon. 
And  the  seven  battalions  named  of  Grenoble 
To  the  orders  of  the  Colonel  Labeyodere, 
He  not  resisted  the  sentiment  noble 
That  would  inspire  the  prisoner  of  the  Island  of  Elba. 
And  his  Chief  paid  with  his  precious  life 
The  surprise  of  that  ardent  delirium, 
After  the  war  w.»s  conquered, 
By  recompense  they  would  have  the  martyrdom. 
By  last  he  met  to  the  Marshal  Ney, 
The  brave  General,  between  the  brave, 
That  caused  him  the  enthusiasm  that  do  one  sovereign, 
That  he  would  carry  the  victory  to  his  soldiers. 
He  embraced  him  with  enthusiasm  and  effusion, 
With  pathetic  emotion  they  saluted  themselves, 
Remembering  the  time  that  they  passed 
Between  the  smoke  of  the  fusil  and  the  cannon. 
He  offered  him  the  powerful  nerve  of  his  arm, 
His  hearth  and  the  shine  of  his  sword, 
Faith,  and  not  believing  in  one  downfall, 
Contending  with  heroism  in  the  road. 


[6] 

But,  there  is  that  advertising  that,  this  great  fame 

That  in  mass  show  carry  the  people  in  multitude; 

I  was  caused  to  the  proclamations 

That  the  emperor  gave  in  road. 

He  spoken  to  the  Frenchmen  of  liberty  and  duty,^ 

To  put  on  them,  with  courage  and  delirium, 

And  would  they  forget  by  complete  the  misfortune, 

That  caused  them  frequently  the  comics. 

To  the  delicate  fibre  is  th^  mystery) 

The  spring  that  strikes  the  ambitions, 

To  turning  him  in  shady  cemetery 

And  in  desert  his  garthen  delicious. 

Are  the  grand  and  brilliant  looking  glasses 

That  blinded  to  Rome  to  the  Latiums, 

Barbary  conquest  rude  fanaticism, 

Inheritance  of  miserable  madness? 

The  world  shall  fall  down  thousand  pieces, 

Its  center  it  shall  lose  with  storms, 

Sickness  the  Frenchman  with  teorys, 

And  never  will  enjoy  of  liberty. 

We  take  all  as  gnaw, 

The  -luty,  the  country  and  justice, 

The  truth  is  greatness  in  the  Saxon, 

That  she  canonize  with  respect  and  without  malice. 

And  last  we  go  in  Paris  without  battle, 

To  the  Emperor  is  have  him  to  the  heavens, 

Nobles,  employers,  bib  and  rabies, 

They  protected  him  with  enthusiasm  and  without  dread, 

And  Louis  escaped  with  his  court, 
Fretful,  melancholy,  without  soldiers, 
Dispensed  to  touch  the  same  support, 
The  favor  otherwise  of  his  allies. 

For  restoring  in  the  power  that  denied  him, 
The  force  and  the  opinions  efficiency, 
Honors  and  richness  he  cries, 
Destroying  the  hearth  of  his  country. 


Flight    of     Louis    XVIII    and    Talleyrand  —  His    Last 
Interview. 

TALLEYRAND. 

I,  versed  in  diplomatic  science, 
In  the  cabala,  the  craftness  and  intrigue, 
I  prognosticated  that  this  great  fanatic 
Never  would  forget  his  ideas. 


[7] 

Of  subduing  to  the  Europe  and  the  world 
With  the  power  of  the  cannon  and  his  sword, 
Spreading  his  command  couraged, 
Abolishing  the  duty  and  the  rate. 

He  protested,  by  the  people  of  the  France. 
With  spirit  warrior  and  martial, 
That  he  expand  to  the  intrigue  at  all  instance, 
Already  to  well  or  to  evil. 

Already  to  Robespierre  that  is  the  same, 
To  Mirabeau  and  Felipe  of  Equality, 
He  supports  in  his  crown  optimism, 
Persecuting  the  right  and  liberty. 

And  firing  in  the  sanctuary  of  his  temple 
His  history,  with  clamor  and  with  brilliancy, 
Of  fire  spreading  bad  example 
That  it  conduce  to  the  road  of  the  anguish. 

His  genius  inherited  of  the  Romans 
That  created  the  absolute  dynasty, 
That  never  they  were  sovereigns, 
They  lived  in  war  and  in  fights. 

The  Potences  not  heard  my  advises, 
They  believing  this  were  vaij  illusions, 
I  accustomed  to  see  from  fare 
I  look  with  splendor  the  commotions. 

And  if  in  time  they  would  have  separated 
From  the  shores  from  France  to  Napoleon, 
We  would  have  the  power  yet  conserved 
Without  being  in  this  gloomy  affliction. 

V. 
Louis  XVIII. 

Yes,  Talleyrand,  thou  saidst  very  well, 
You  was  Minister  from  Napoleon; 
I  suspected  as  well 
That  he  would  do  ourselves  treason. 

But  by  God  and  for  Minerva 
I  signed  with  my  own  hand, 
I  would  give  to  him  the  Island  of  Elba 

With  dutys  soverbigns. 

.» 

And  I,  descendant  of  Saint  Louis, 

I  owed  to  maintain  my  promise, 

Already  that  we  carry  ourselves  flowers  of  Luse, 

How  standards  of  highness, 


And  though  Napoleon  overcome  to  me, 

And  he  turned  to  the  empire  otherwise, 

1  shall  maintain  my  promise 

It  may  be  anywhere  the  bak  sid. 

Though  the  fortune  we  would  furnish  ourselves 

In  this  eternal  fight, 

And  implacable  it  would  deny  ourselves 

Submitting  ourselves  to  the  same  misfortune. 

The  France  he  has  converted 

To  one  great  military  power, 

In  which  Napoleon  has  submerged  her 

For  his  own  comforts. 

There  is  that  finishing  with  that  evil, 
That  has  caused  Napoleon 
Killing  the  military 
•That  he  treason  the  nation. 

We  shall  departure  to  England, 
To  Austria,  Italy  and  Prussia, 
We  will  bring  of  new  the  war 
With  the  support  of  the  Russians. 

For  Napoleon  is  impossible 
Continuing  this  torrent, 
Even  he  believed  himself  invincible, 
He  not  account  with  much  gent. 

The  beautiful  star  is  eclipsed, 
Anywhere  no  believe  in  his  fame, 
The  genius  military  is  finished, 
Already  his  enthusiasm  not  inflame. 

Already  it  trouble  his  fanfaronade 
It  results  so  dear  his  glory 
Already  no  shine  his  sword 
The  France  desire  other  history. 

They  want  also  his  repouse 
That  do  so  much  time,  her  bereft 
That  tartarean  ambitious 
Audacious  and  inconsiderate. 

Very  soon  we  come  back  triumffants 
With  enough  importance 
Them,  shall  see  the  actress 
How  it  gobern  the  France. 

VI. 

Departure  of  Napoleon  from  Paris   with   his   army. 
lation  of  the  Battle  from  Waterloo  by  the  General 
Montholon. 


[9] 

To  Waterloo  I  myself  supposed 
With  any  immense  mountain 
That  it  has  direct  its  road 
By  the  side  of  oceans. 

There  Napoleon  founded  his  tomb 
In  this  pride  slope 
And  astonishing  assisted  the  world 
The  battle  more  strong  and  bloody. 

That  would  have  assisted  the  times 
With  its  hairs  sovereigns 
And  its  infinites  prodigious 
In  its  evolutions  profanes 

There  demonstrates  England 
That  was  king  of  the  seas 
Also  sovereign  of  the  earth 
To  spite  of  spites 

Her  genius  incased  in  Arturo 
Afterward  duke  from  Wellington, 
In  enumeration  of  his  solid  arm 
With  which  subduing  to  Napoleon. 

The  tempests  of  fire 
Touching  till  his  feets 
An  serene  with  calm  and  right 
Never  he  thought  in  back  side. 

Then  began  the  decadency 
Of  the  historiuos  latin  races 
That  in  Rome  acquiring  influence 
With  the  mixture  of  the  Sabinas. 

The  great  Cesar  Frenchman 
Afterward  of  several  battles 
He  suffered  the  last  misfortune 
By  the  means  of  wave  of  case  shot. 

The  battle  was  well  sought 
With  tactics  and  stratagem 
In  retarded  dispute 
For  avoiding  one  tragedy 

Napoleon  in  proper  person 
He  owed  to  attack  Blucher 
As  soon  as  his  should  appear 
In  convenient  towns 

And  as  soon  of  being  him- conquered 
Greuchy  owed  to  trouble  him 
And  to  reach  him  well  tired 
And  completely  subdued  him. 


[10] 

To  avoiding  that  he  would  organize  himself 
And  otherwise  could  present  action 
And  which  his  army  would  not  help 
To  brave  General  Wellington 

in  effect  Napoleon 

He  executed  his  promise 

And  with  opportunity  and  occasion 

He  did  him  to  flight  with  fear. 

But  Greuchy  without  submission 
He  lost  himself  in  the  road 
And  he  did  not  execute  his  commision 
With  opportunity  and  prudence 

Blucher  prepared  himself 
Doing  his  retired 
Near  the  height  of  vaterloo 
In  good  rule  and  very  satisfied. 

In  the  meanwhile  Ney  the  grand  Marshal 
He  owed  to  occupy  Ouatrebras 
With  rapidness  and  aspect  martial 
Without  leaving  the  artillery  backwards 
But  Ney  himself  mistakes 
Believing  that  there  is  Wellington 
And  by  such  thing  he   not  executes 
The  orders  of  Napoleon. 

By  anywhere  Gruchy 

With  thirty  thousand  soldiers 

He  ordered  do  arrive  there  with  opportunity 

With  marches  to  rapid 

But  nor  Gruchy,  neither  Derlon 
That  they  were  his  right  arm 
By  error  or  by  spite 
Not  obeyed  to  Napoleon 

Notwithstanding  of  their  disappointment 
Napoleon  not  terrified  himself 
He  prepared  his  encampment 
And  to  his  soldiers  harangued 

He  gave  the  orders  of  the  battle 
To  Ney,  the  brave  of  brave, 
That  would  do  eco  the  grape  shot 
And  the  soldier's  fight. 

In  the  meanwhile  he  prepared  himsself 
With  the  battalions  of  his  command 
And  wiolents  and  ready  he  occurred 
Confiding  in  the  vanguard, 


[II] 

In  the  star  of  his  genius 

In  his  military  sense, 

Without  thinking  that  his  gremium 

It  does  not  wish  to  fight. 

That  all  it  eclipse  in  the  world 

And  in  the  life  is  contingent, 

The  luminous  body,  the  terrible   hurricane, 

The  glory,  the  pain  of  the  gents, 

He  began  the  battle 
At  10  o'clock  in  the  morning, 
He  ran  himself  over  the  wall. 
To  pace  very  redoubled. 

With  such  fury  and  great  valor, 
Which  by  moments    he   believed  himself 
Owner  of  country  of  honor 
How  St.  Martin  in  Maypo. 

But  thousands  of  cannons 
They  fling  the  deeth  and  grapeshot 
It  opening  great  larges  drains 
In  the  line  of  battle. 

Wellinnton  would  remain  impassable 

How  any  rock  in  the  sea, 

He  believed  himself  invincible 

In  that  strategic  place. 

And  throwing  over  his  battalions 
How  wave  that  frizzle  the  ocean 
Embracing  rocks  and  island 
How  in  the  3unner  the  hurricane. 

In  the  meanwhile  the  Frenchmen 
They  resisted  with  heroism, 
With  enthusiasm  and  fanaticism, 
Singing  the  "Marseilles." 

Napoleon  moved  his  cannons: 
Improving  one  serene  moment, 
But  gun  carriage  and  garrison 
Fall  down  in   the  mudy. 

Wellington  then  saw  the  movement 

And  the  conflict  of  the  cannon, 

How  ray  and  small  clouds  of  wind 

Thro  wed  the  cavalry  that  cut  only  the  leathers. 

But  Milhaud  with  his  dragoons, 
He  established  heroic  fight, 
And  he  could  save  the  cannons 
(  ilhis  exploit,  there  is  no  fable. 


[12] 

But  Wellington  believed  opportune 
Of  nerve  throw  over  the  cavalry, 
But  afterward,  one  by  one, 
The  dragoons  retroced  from. 

They  was  well  repelled 

By  the  French  dragoons, 

That  with  splendor  and  courage 

They  believed  to  subdue  the  Englishmen, 

Also  sent  Napoleon 

TO  flank  the  cavalry, 

But  in  the  abyss  of  Huguemont 

It  fall  down  by  fault  of  guide. 

The  situation  was  alarming 

TO  Wellington  and  Napoleon, 

Both  of  the  belligerents 

Believed  themselves  owners  of  the  action. 

Then  Napoleon  judged 
That  the  time  perjudged  him, 
And  France's  standard  he  rising, 
Lanced  himself  over  the  barricades. 

That  was  one  infernal  noise, 
Of  the  dying,  the  complaint, 
That  seemed  the  final  judgment 
The  cannons  with  its  crack. 

The  cracker  of  the  grape  shot 
The  noise  of  the  shot  of  the  fusil, 
The  battle's  shock. 
The  victims  of  the  projectile. 

And  when  body  with  body, 

The  army  it  striked, 

And  the  victory  seemed  uncertain, 

Ney  and  Cambrone  exclaimed. 

Sublime,  said  Ney, 

Devil,  said  Cambrone, 

That  looked  himself  king, 

This  soldier  in  person, 

And  between  the  frenezy 

Napoleon  opened  the  eyes, 

Hoping  if  arrived  Gruchy 

Or  saw  him  into  the  calhops. 

The  same  Arturo  Wellington 

Ordered  prepared  himself  the  carriage. 

Thinking  that  if  not  arrived  Blucher, 

Retired  himself  in  the  night. 


But  there  in  the  longest 
It  saw  great  clouds  of  dusty, 
Was  the  great  spem 
Of  the  fight,  the  end. 

Napoleon  believed  was  Gruchy, 
Wellington  that  was  Blucher, 
But  that  remained  out  of  meaning 
When  saw  that  was  the  latter. 

The  General  Normando, 
Strong  enemy  from  Napoleon, 
He  had  sworn  that  persistent, 
Should  bury  the  conqueror. 

He  arrived  with  soon  violence, 
Spreading  his  directions, 
With  his  great  experience 
He  directed  well  his  cannons. 

And  thinking  in  his  misfortune 
For  taking  the  revenge, 
He  fell  against  the  Frenchman, 
How  any  great  sweep. 

He  diriged  terrible  rows 
Of  fire,  guns  of  grapeshots, 
Against  the  chastised  legions 
In  the  bloody  and  terrible  battle. 

The  Frenchmen  hapless, 
They  could  not  resist  the  charge, 
With  his  battalion  annihilating 
In  one  fight  so  large. 

And  they  were  obliged 

To  retire  themselves  with  pain 

For  that  the  army's  allies 

Would  occupy  the  place  of  honor. 

Wellington  remaining  victorious, 

In  force  of  Constance  and  firmness, 

And  with  glory  and  eminence 

He  subdued  the  Frenchmen. 

In  a  little  time  fell 

The  highness  of  the  conqueror, 

And  rhe  French  remained  without  vigor, 

Submitted  to  victorious. 

That  he  imposed  her  low  sovereign 

To  any  nation  innocent 

That  was  victim  of  misbehaviour 

Of  any  one  insolent  co'nquerer. 


[14] 

And  Napoleon  with  great  pain 
He  subjected  him  to  the   victorious 
That  put  in  prison  in  Santa  Elena 
Where  died  of  anguish 

With  Prometeo  in  the  rock 
Crucified  to  his  sad  lot 
His  ambition  not  was  a  few  things 
Caring  the  death,  the  world. 

After  being  of  any  inspired  worner 
And  being  of  the  world  pretender 
Looking  with  proud  lure 
To  the  powerful  and  beggar 

In  that  solitary  and  rock  mountain . 
A  few  men  gone  out  with  him 
He  had  not  more  friend 
That  Bertrand  and  Motholon. 

For  giving  one  eloquent  lesson 

The  conqueror  that  in  rich  buskin 

He  dream  shall  give  him  the  cannon 

After  the  begining,  till  the  end 

Not  knowing  that  the  justice 

Is  a  goodness  invincible 

Yet  would  be  combated  by  the  son  of  Leticia 

Or  by  any  one  giant  inconosible 

And  here  in  this  sad  history 

Napoleon  was  very  bad  served 

How  in  any  war  there  is   memory 

That  exist  so  much  deceit 

His  orders,  not  executed  Derlon 
Gruchy  lost  himself  on  the  road 
It  not  known  if  would  have  treason 
Or  was  black  work  of  the  lot 

Ney  also  he  not  executed 
With  all  and  to  be  marshal 
The  lot  himself  changed 
In  elegy  funeral. 

And  until  the  celebrated  calvary 
In  one  abyss  fallen  down 
By  the  fault  of  any  one  guide 
Near  it  all  perished. 

Because  God  not  wished  more  ruins 
To  civilized  France 

And  would  be  victims  of  more  craziness 
Of  one  conquerer  souless. 


VII. 
(Abdication  of  Napoleon  before  the  Congress  of  Fran  ce). 

Before  yours  that  signifies  the  sovereignty  nation's 

I  present  myself  humble,  and  subdued. 

With  object  of  doing  certain  abdication 

Of  the  firth  impire  that  yours  would  have  conceded. 

More  than  fifteen  years  I've  fought  without  truce  or  repose 

By  yours  the  head  of  the  world, 

I  provoked  strong  stormys  and  ocean  never  soft 

Of  the  universe  I  met  him,  always  brave  and  furious. 

They  accused  me  of  having  done  mean  treason 

At  Robespierre,  Marat  and  Girondins 

Of  having  falsed  sacred  revolutions 

Of  ambitions,  errors  and  reeling. 

Of  having  spread  uselessly 

The  blood  precious  of  the  Frenchmen 

Of  having  left  in  the  country  illustrious  people 

In  battles,  retireds  and  misfortunes. 

Of  having  assassinated  a  Hocke  or  Desaix, 

For  ending  my  exaggerated  ambition 

By  finishing  with  the  rites  of  the  faith 

Of  changin  to  the  France  his  divine  religion. 

Of  extinguishing  the  recourses  of  the  France 

His  felicity,  its  industry  and  treasure, 

Of  pulling  out  of  the  motherly  womb  beautiful  infancy, 

Of  filling  my  purse  with  his  gold. 

Of  having  killed  the  Duke  of  Enghein 

By  infamy,  for  rancour  and  pcrbercity, 

Of  leaving  to  my  enemies  in  want 

Of  expelling  and  discrediting  likewise. 

The  tribune  the  print  it  united  at  insults, 

Throwing  myself  great  charges  and  maledictions; 

Mire,  and  muddy,  how  the  man  more  mournful, 

How  any  devil  that  it  lodged  the  more  trouble  passions. 

All  I  received  with  patience  and  calm, 

All  in  sacrifice  of  my  beautiful  thought, 

That  I  have  coserved  rought  in  the  intimate  of  my  soul 

And  clear  it  has  been  reveled  with  time. 

I  should  desire  that  France  would  subdue  the  universe, 

And  with  the  triumphs  of  the  Latin  race, 

Advancing  myself  the  time  that  with  hair  terse, 

It  would  not  take  ourselves  unforeseen  in  the  road. 

I  wished  to  improve  the  historic  moment 

In  which  boiled  the  ideas  of  the  French  revolution, 

That  shining,  how  the  more  previous  thought 

And  its  lodging  in  all  human  head. 


[16] 

And  when  the  triumph  seemed  to  me  impossible, 
With  Emperor  Alexander  wished  divide  myself  the  world 
I  have  thought  that  my  thought  it  done  visible, 
And  the  same  Alexander  turned  myself  brave. 

Because  he  aspired  which  the  rasa  slavs 

It  would  spread  over  the  world  and  it  would  subdue, 

Turning  the  precious  liberty  in  Slava 

To  Western  Europe  in  Tartarians  Scandinava. 

But  God  no  permit  iniquities, 

Nor  which  reign  the  injustice  anywhere, 

And  without  punishment  itself  perpetuate  the  weakness, 

Neither  the  liberty  unjustly  should  it  perish. 

Tne  liberty  is  the  Godness  that  divine 

It  shining  with  rays  powerful, 

Passed  the  time  of  our  race,  the  Latin, 

Not  is  time  nor  its  influence,  neither  its  Gods. 

Greece  and  Rome  they  left  us  the  paganism, 
The  force,  the  circus  and  inhuman  fight, 
The  torments,  the  barbarism  and  despotism 
The  corruption, -the  infamy  and  the  luxury. 

It  enervated  our  blood  with  the  breath 
It  was  lasted  in  our  veins  the  perfidy 
Victims  always  of  inseparable  tyranny 
They  it  have  turned  chronic  beyond  the  time. 

Necessary  is  that  the  modern  civilization, 

It  casts  roots  with  other  men  and  other  races. 

7  hat  nor  would  it  detain  the  torrent  this  hurricane, 

That  the  world  regenerate  with  that  weary. 

The  liberty  is  proclaimed  by  the  christening 
In  the  Golgota  in  the  tree  of  the  cross, 
That  finish  to  the  man  the  despotism 
That  the  force  turns  out  in  brilliant  light. 

The  triumph  not  was  of  Wellington, 
Nor  has  been  different  the  skill  and  the  courage . 
Nor  faults  have  been  Grouchy  and  Derlon, 
Is  God  that  now  desire  more  anguishes. 

The. world  is  from  Washington  and  Burke, 
That  they  known  the  liberty  and  duty. 
Who  always  desire  that  the  tear  not  plough 
In  the  eyes,  nor  the  pain  in  the  chest. 
Conform  us  with  sentence  of  the  destiny; 
No  more  fights,  nor  fraternal' s  blood, 
Separate  ourselves  -he  thorns  of  the  road, 
All  firmness,  is  crime  parricide. 


[17] 

I  decline  into  yours  the  empire, 

Felt  eternally  our  glory ; 

The  Saxon  world  shall  be  our  hemisphere 

It  finished  to  ourselves  our  history. 

And  I  would  favor  myself  under  England's  standard 
Thristening  in  his  greatness  and  loyalty, 
Nevermore  that  would  ourselves  done  strong  war. 
Is  elevated  his  character  and  his  suavity. 

And  in  this  moment  it  advise  to  me 
That  is  ready  the  boat  Belerepfon, 
Where  without  lose  time  and  very  hurry, 
Shall  set  out  the  subdued  Napoleon. 

And  I  take  leave  from  yours  with  great  pain, 
England  send  to  me  to  retired  country, 
Nothing  less  than  the  rock  of  St.  Helena, 
Where  I  shall  suffer  mournful  torments. 

And  I  present  us  my  brilliant  sword, 
In  other  time  with  glory  and  splendor, 
All  in  the  world  it  reduced  to  dust, 
Durable  only  the  right  and  liberty. 


[18] 


NAPOLEON  EN  LA_ESLA  DE  ELBA, 

Oh !  Lo  que  es  el  fallo  inexhorable  del  destine, 
Lo  que  son  los  cambips  de  la  suerte, 
Ayer  de  floras,  sembrado  mi  camino, 
Hoy  sentenciado  a  inhumana  muerte. 

Cuando  yo  era  proclamado  emperador 
Y  no  habia  sufrido,  ni  cambio,  ni  reves, 
Vana  adulacion,  incienso,  al  rededor, 
Los  pueblos  todos  prosternavane  a  mis  pies. 

El  sol  pareciame  esplendente 
Las  estaciones,  sin  frio  y  sin  nublado; 
Ningun  presagio  cruzaba  por  mi  mente, 
El  rey  del  mundo  me  veia  coronado, 

Eterna  pareciame  la  gloria 

A  los  hombres  los  veia  mui  pequenos 

Cortesano  el  laudo  de  la  historia 

Realidad  viviente  el  problema  de  mis  suenos. 

A  Cesar  lo  juzgaba  un  despota  menguado 
Relapzo  y  pigmeo  a  Carlo  Magno 
Ynsensato  al  Griego  Menelao 
Itonachon  al  filantropo  Trajano. 

Horizonte  no  tenia  mi  ambicion 
Ynexorable  era  el  filo  de  mi  espada. 
Que  cortaba  con  furia,  sin  compacion 
Sn  exito  jamas  se  deshojaba. 

Pero  vino  Soult  y  perdio  la  Espana 
Ney  se  retiro  de  Torresvedras 
Llego  el  turbion  de  implacable  zana 
Los  suenos  parecianme  quimeras, 

Vime  obligado  a  declarar  la  guerra  a  Rusia 
Enemigo  formidable  y  mui  temible 
Hacienda  poco  caso  de  la  Pruoia, 
Creyendo  que  el  triunfo  era  infalible. 

Marche  en  lo  crudo  del  invierno 
Sin  parar  mientes  en  lo  fuerte  de  los  hielos 
Fueron  tales  las  inclemencias  de  los  cielos 
Que  aquello  pareciome  grande  infierno. 


Las  Rusos  aconcejados  por  Moreau 
De  Dumories  y  otros  criminales 
Hecieron  que  incendiaran  a  Moscow 
Sus  cuarteles  y  refugios  invernales. 

Y  despues  que  Cutussoff  fue  rechazado 
I  mis  armas  salieron  victoriosas 
El  fuego  invadie  por  todo  lado 
Produciendo  temores  pavorosos. 

Y  a  despecho  de  mi  honor  y  de  mi  gloria 
Ordene  violenta  y  completa  retirada 
Entre  conflictos  de  que  no  hay  memoria 
Ni  los  tuve  en  ninguna  otra  Jornada. 

Y  a  Ney  que  se  porto  como  un  valiente 
Encomendele  la,  ingente  retirada 
Reuniendo  *  su  lado  toda  gente 
Con  valor,  constancia  y  con  cuidado. 

Y  al  favor  de  rapido  trineo 
Salveme  de  volverme  prisionero 
Y  quedar  en  el  Caucaso  Prometeo, 
Salvando  la  distancia  yo  el  primero. 

Y  fueron  tan  supremos  los  reveces 

Tan  grave  la  tormenta  de  los  cielos 

Que  quedaron  seputlados  miles  de  Franceces 

Kn  los  tempanos  frios  de  los  hielos, 

Perdi  alii  lo  mejor  de  mis  soldados, 
Capitanes,  Generales,  de  lo  primero 
El  prestigio  tambien  de  gran  guerrero 
El  entuciasmo  y  leataadde  mis  aliados, 

Italia  me  nego  completo  apoyo 
Su  ejercito  cambiose  en  la  batalla 
Do  quiera  encontre  espinoso  escollo 
El  reir  y  carcajar  de  la  canalla. 

Traicionaronme  Angereau  y  Teillerand, 
Bernardote  y  el  bribon  de  Magdonal, 
Ayudando  a  las  huestes  de  Alejandro 
Y  cambiando  mi  divisa,  por  la  real. 

Sufri  los  mas  crueles  desenganos 
Las  mas  tristes  y  amargas  decepciones 
El  tiempo  ensena  eon  los  anos 
Cuan,  instables  sou  las  iluciones, 

Que  no  tienen  por  base  la  justicia, 

El  derecho,  la  virtud  y  la  lealtad 

No  vale  la  estrategia  y  la  pericia. 

Contra   el  sublime  sentemiento  de  libertad. 


[20] 

Llegue  a  Paris  lleno  de  pesares 
A  ver  si  podia  defenderme 
Lamentando  tan  lugubres  azares 
Sin  rifles,  municiones,  casi  inerme. 

Y  Luis  decendiente  de  los  borbones 
L,e  apoyaron  ballonetas  extrangeras 
Haciendo  de  la  Francia  mil  girones 
Violando  su  suelo  y  sus  banderas. 

Y  vencido,  sin  poder  ya  resistir 
Entregado  a  mi  micera  impotencia 
Dispusieron  que  debiera  yo  existir 
En  esta  isla  reducida  mi  existencia. 

De  la  cual  me  hicieron  Soberano 
Como  burla  sangrienta  del  destine, 
Como  espiacion  de  delirio  sobrehumano 
For  regar  de  inocente  sangre  mi  camino, 

Pretendiendo  de  la  Europa  su  dominio, 
Con  el  fuego,  el  hierro  y  la  conquista, 
Sin  respetar  el  derceho  que  es  divino 
Bus  cando  de  la  gloria  unica  pista. 

Y  sinembargo  de  vida  tan  aislada 
Luis  y  Telleirand  viven  con  miedo 
Creyendo  que  maquino  nna  celada 
Es  mi  nombre  y  prestigio  su  recelo, 

Y  pretenden  que  la  Europa  me  d^stierre 
A  regiones  sombrias  e  ignoradas 
Que  se  olviden  mis  hazanas  y  se  aterre 
Mi  nombre  y  mis  hechos  sepultados, 

Pero  no  puedo  a  mi  suerte  resignarme, 
Ni  recorrer  este  funebre  camino. 
Ni  que  hagan  mis  enemigos  gran  a  larde 
Ni.se  burlen  del  triste  fin,  de  mi  desfeino. 

Cuento  siempra,  con  la  ilustre  Francia 
Que  no  la  abate  nunca  el  infortunio 
Me  dara  sus  recursos  con  coustancia 
Olvidando  sus  reveces  uno   a  uno. 

Cuento  en  esta  isla  con  leales  servidores 
Con  bravos  Generales  y  campeones 
Que  me  ayuden  en  todas  mis  labores 
Tremolando,  como  siempre  los  pendones. 
En  el  brik  que  tongo  en  la  bahia 
Cargare  pertrechos  y  canones 
Y  caminan^o  con  cuidado  noche  y  dia 
Azastare  descuidadas  guarniciones. 


[21] 

Y  auxiliado  del  prestigio  y  entuciasmo 
Con  que  cuento  en  ciudades  y  fronteras 
Tomare  los  puestos  eon  espasmo; 
Cambiando  de  momento  las  banderas. 
Con  las  mismas  qne  venci  a  la  Prucia 
Que  tremole  en  Tena  y  en  Tilsit 
Con  que  venci  en  Moscow  a  la  Rucia 
Y  a  Austria,  en  Marengo  y  Austerlits. 
Zarparemos  en  el  brik  el  Ynconstant 
Con  rifles,  bagages  y  municiones 
Y  sin  perder  del  tiempo,  ni  un  instante 
Embarcaremos  tambien  nuestros  canones. 
Fletaremos  tambien  la  barca  Estrella 
Y  otros  buques  mercantes  escogidos 
Aprovechando  la  proxima  marea 
Con  cigilo,  sin  que  seamos  percibidos. 

II. 

Embarque   de   Napoleon,   con    su   tropa,    municiones   y 

bagage;  tomando  sus  geme  los  dice. 
Aya  en  limpido  horizonte 
En  que  brilla  esplendente  sol 
Divisase  entre  celages  y  fulgido  arrebol 
Como  una  flota  que  sus  canones  monta. 
Hacia  el  rumbo  de  la  tierra  en  que  naci 
Donde  mi  intancia  la  luz  primera  vio 
De  Corcega,  cuya  preciosa  historia  yo  le  di 
De  aquel  azul  Oceano  que  a  mi  mente  el  inspire. 
Es  Velpomene  e  imponente  4<Flor  de  Lis" 
Que  es  la  insignia  tradicional  de  los  Borbones 
Que  enterrada  restauro  el  infame  Luis 
Con  cabalas,  intrigas  y  traiciones. 
Y  si  mi  marcha  hubiesesido  rebelada 
Y  la  fiota  impidiese  nuestro  viage 
Con  valor  heroismo  y  energia  denodada 
Nos  lanzaremos,  como  un  rayo  al  abordaje. . 
El  valor,  es  la  unica  esperanza 
En  los  contlictos  y  grandes  aflicciones 
Es  un  Hercules  que  inspira  la  confianza 
Es  la  victoria,  con  sus  bellas  ovaciones. 
Pero  al  fin  no  veo  otras  senales 
Que  rebelen  en  los  buques  gran  malicia, 
Sus  banderas  parecen  comerciales, 
O  aprovechemos  su  estolida  estulticia. 
Y  marchemos  con  el  viento  favorable 
E  izemos  el  vaupre  y  toda  bela 
Que  la  destreza  en  la  marcha  hace  probable 
La  victoria  en  todaempresa  se  rebela. 


[22] 
III. 

El  Teneral  Bertrand,  refiriendo  la  marcha  sobre  Paris-i8i  5. 

El  tres  de  Marzo  por  la  tarde 

La  escnadrilla  fondeo  en  el  golfo  Juan 

Napoleon  desembarco,  sm  mucho  alarde 

Con  su  rostro  sereno,  cual  titan. 

Y  en  bosque  espeso  y  mui  umbrio, 

Do  se  mecen  los  cedros  y  Olivos 

Arengo  a  su  tropa  con  gran  brio 

Como  en  tiempos  de  sus  triumfos  positivo.s 

Y  alii  se  destaca  el  mas  robusto 

Que  sirve  de  senal  a  nuestra  historia 

Cual  si  fuesa  de  Napoleon  unico  busto 

Que  el  tiempo  conserva  en  la  memoria. 

Y  de  Antibes  contento,  paso  a  Canes 

En  medio  del  mas  grande  entuciasmo 

De  vecinos,  ciudadanos  y  paisanos 

Delirantes  de  afecto  y  de  marasmo. 

Y  en  valles,  villas  y  ciudades, 

Era  tal  el  delirio  de  la  gente, 

Tan  grandes  las  febriles  anciedades 

Que  deliquios  causaban  a  la  mente. 

Y  lasfuerzas  que  mandaban  los  Borbones 

No  hacian  ninguna  oposicion 

.En  masa  se  desbordaban  batallones 

Saludando  con  delirio  a  Napoleon. 

Yel  7  batallon  llamado  de  Grenoble 

Al  manda  del  coronel  Labedoyere 

No  resistio  el  sentimiente  noble 

Que  le  Inspira  el  prisionero  de  la  isla  de  Elba. 

Y  su  jefe  pago  con  su  preciosa  vida 

Los  arrebatos  de  ese  fervido  delirio 

Despues  que  la  guerra  fue  vencida 

Por  recompensa  tuvieron  el  martirio. 

I  por  ultimo  encontro  al  Marical  Ney 

El  bravo  Teneral,  entre  los  bravos 

Causole  el  entuciasmo  que  hace  un  rey 

Que  conduce  a  la  victoria  a  sus  soldudos. 

Le  abrazo  con  entuciasmo  y  efucion 

Con  patetica  emocion  se  saludaron. 

Recordando  los  tiempos  que  pasaron, 

Entre  el  humo  del  fucil  y  del  canon. 

Ofreciole  el  nervio  poderso  de  su  brazo 

HI  corazon  y  el  brillo  de  su  espada 

Confianza  y  no  creer  en  un  fracaso 

Luchar  con  heroismo,  en  la  Jornada. 


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Pero  hay  que  advertir  que  esta  gran  fama 
Que  en  masa  a  los  pueblos  condujo  en  torvellino 
Fue  dibido  tambien  a  las  proclamas 
Qne  repartio  el  emperador  en  su  camino, 

Hablo  de  derecho  y  libertad  a  los  Franceces 
Para  ponerlos  exitados,  delirantes 
Y  olvidaran  por  complete  sus  reveces 
Que  les  cauaan  con  frecuencia  los  farsantes. 

Es  la  fibra  delicada,  es  el  misterio 
El  resorte  que  aprietan  ambiciosos 
Para  convertirla,  en  sombrio  cementerio 
Y  en  yermos  sus  jardines  deliciosos. 

Son  los  grandes  y  brillantes  espegismos 
Que  facinaron  a  Roma,  a  los  latinos 
Barbaric,  conquista,  rudo  fanatismo 
Es  herencia  de  incurables  desatinos. 

El  mundo  caera  hecho  mil  astillas 
Su  centre  perdera  con  tempestades 
Eufermos  los  francesces  con  teorias 
Y  jamos  gozaran  da  libertades, 

Nosotros  lo  tomamos  todo  a  broma 
El  derecho,  la  patria  y  la  justicia 
La  verdad,  es  grrndeza  en  la  zajona 
Que  consagra  con  respeto  y  sin  malicia. 

En  fin  entramos  a  Paris,  sin  mas  batalla 
Al  emperador  le  subieron  a  los  cielos 
Nobles,  empleadcs,  pecheros  y  canalla 
Le  aco  gieron  con  entuciasmo  y  sin  recelos. 

Y  Luis  salio  huyendo  con  su  corte 
Mohino,  cabizbajo,  sin  soldados 
Dispuesto  a  tocar  iqual  resorte 
El  apoyo  otra  vez  de  sus  aliados. 

Para  restaurarse  en  el  poder  que  le  negaban 
El  influjo  y  efficacia  de  la  opinion 
Honores  y  riquezas  le  alhagaban 
Destrozando  de  su  patria  el  corazon. 

mi. 

Huida  de  Luis  XVIII  y  Telleirand— Su  Ultima  Entrevista, 

TELLEIRAND. 

Versado  en  la  ciencia  diplomatica, 
En  las  cabalas  en  laastucia,  en  la  intrigua 
Pronostique  que  estc  gran   monomaniatics 
Sus  ideas  jamas   olvidana. 


[24] 

De  dominar  a  la  Europa  y  al  mundo 
Con  el  poder  de  su  espada  y  el  canon 
Estender  su  domino  furibundo 
Aboliendo  el  derecho  y  la  razon. 

Apollado  en  la  fuerza  de  la  Francia 
En  su  espiritu  guerrero  y  mui  marcial 
Que  se  presta  de  la  intriga  a  toda  instancia 
Ya  sea  para  el  bien,  o  para  el  mal. 

Ya  sea  a  Robespieore  que  es  lo  mismo 
A  Mirabeau  y  Felipe  de  Ygualdad 
Apoya  en  su  cronico  obtimismo 
Perseguiendo  el  derecho  y  libertad. 

Y  arde  en  el  sanctuario  desu  templo 
Su  historia  con  estruendo  y  con  fulgor 
Defuego  esparciendo  mal  ejemplo 
Que  conduce  al  camino  del  dolor, 

Su  genio  lo  heredode  los  romanos 
Cue  crearon  las  dinastias  absolutas 
Que  nuuca  fueron  soberanos, 
Viviendo  en  guerras  y  en  luchas. 

Las  potencias,  no  oyeron  mis  concejos 
Creyeron  que  eran  vanas  iluciones 
Yo  acostumbro  ver  desde  mui  lejos 
Diviso  con  claridad  los  nubarrones. 

Y  si  a  tiempo  hubiesen  separado 
De  los  costas  de  Francia  a  Napoleon, 
Habriamos  el  poder  aun  conservado 
Fin  estar  en  esta  tetrica  afflicion. 


V. 
Louis  XVIII. 

Yes,    Tslleirand,   tu  dices  mui  bien 
Fuisters  ministro  de  Napoleon 
Yo  sospechaba  tambien 
Qen  habia  de  hacernos  traicion. 

Pero  por  Dios  y  por  Minerva 
Firme  con  mi  propia  mano 
Se  le  diese  la  Isla  de  Elba 
Con  derecho  sober ano. 

Y  yo  descendiente  de  San  Luis 
Debia  mantener  mi  promesa. 
Ya  que  llevamos  flor  de  lis 
Como  insignia  de  grandeza. 


Y  aunque  Napoleon  me  vensa 
Y  vuelva  al  imperio  otra  vez 
Yo  mantendre  mi  promesa 
Seacual  fuese  el  reves. 

Que  la  fortuna  nos  depare 
En  este  eterno  luchar 
E  implacable  nos  negare 
Sometiendonos  al  mlsmo  azar. 

La  Francia  se  ha  convertido 
En  un  gran  poder  militar 
En  que  Napoleon  la  ha  sumido 
Por  su  propio  bienestar. 

Hay  que  estirpar  ese  mal 
Que  ha  occac-ionado  Napoleon 
Fucilando  al  militar 
Eue  tracione  a  la  nacion. 

Yremos  a  Ynglaterra 

A  Austria,  Ytalia  y  Prucia 

Trairemos  de  nuevo  la  guerra  . 

Con  apoyo  de  la  Rucia, 

A  Napoleon  le  es  imposible 
Contener  esetorrente 
Por  mas  que  se  crea  invencible 
No  cuenta  con  mucha  gente 

Su  hermosa  estrella  se  eclipso 
IWuchos  no  creen  en  su  fama 
Su  geino  militar  se  agoto 
Ya  su  entuciasma  no  inflama. 

Ya  fastidian  sus  baladronadas 
Sale  mui  cara  su  gloria 
Ya  no  brillan  sus  espadas 
Quiere  la  Francia  otra  historia. 
Quiere  tambien  su  reposo 
Que  hace  tiempo  le  ha  quitado 
'Ese  infernal  ambicioso. 
Atrevido  y  desatentado. 
Pronto  volveremos  triumfantes 
Con  grande  y  suma  importancia 
Entonces  veran  lostarsantes 
Como  se  gobierna  la  Francia. 

VI. 

Salida  de  Napoleon  con  su  ejercito  de  Paris.     Relacion  de 
la  Batalla  de  Waterloo  por  el  Jeneral  Montholon. 


[26] 

A  Waterloo,  me  lo  imagine 
Como  una  immensa  montana 
Que  tiene  recto  su  camino 
For  el  lado  del  Oceano, 

Alii  Napoleon  encontro  su  tnmba 
En  esa  soberbia  pendiente 
Y  atonito  presencio  el  mundo 
I^a  batalla  mas  recia  y  sangrienta. 

Que  hayan  presenciado  los  tiempos 
Con  sus  cabellos  soberanos 
Kn  sus  infinites  portentos 
En  sus  evoluciones  profanas. 

Alii  demostro  Ynglaterra 
Que  era  reina  de  los  mares 
Tambien  soberana  de  la  tierra 
Apesar  de  los  pesares, 

Su  genio  encarno  en  Arturo 
Despues  duque  de  Welington 
En  premio  de  su  brazo  durp 
Con  que  vencio  a  Napoleon, 

Las  tempestades  de  fuego 
Llegaban  hasta  sus  pies 
I  frio  con  calma  y  luego 
Poco  penso  en  un  reves, 

Aqui  comenzo  la  decadencia 
De  las  historicas  rasas  latinas 
Que  en  Roma  adquirieron  acendencia 
Con  lo  mezcla  de  !as  sabinas. 

El  gran  Cesar  Frances 
Despues  de  muchas  batallas 
Sufrio  el  ultimo  reves 
Mediante  olas  de  metrallas. 

L,a  batalla  fue  bien  pensada 
Con  tactica  y  estrategia 
En  discucion  dilatada 
Para  evitar  una  tragedia. 

Napoleon  en  propia  persona 
Debia  a  Blucher  atacar 
Tan  luego,  como  el  asome 
En  oportuno  lugar. 

Y  luego  de  ser  derrotado 
Gruchy  debia  persequirlo 
Alcanzarlo  ya  bien  cansado 
I  completamente  batirlo. 


[27] 

Para  impedir  que  se  organizara 
I  de  nuevo  presentara  accion 
I  con  su  ejercito  auxiliara 
Alinsigne  Jeneral  Welington. 

En  efecto  Napoleon 
Cumplio  lo  prometido 
Y  con  oportunidad  y  ocacion 
Lo  hizo  huir  espavorido. 

Pero  Gruchy,  sin  sumicion 
Se  estravio  en  el  camino 
I  no  curaplio  su  comision 
Con  exactitud  y  tino. 

Blucher  se  prepare 
Haciendo  su  retirada 
Hacio  la  cima  de  Waterloo 
Mui  en  regla  y  mui  confiado. 

Mientras  Ney  el  gran  Mariscal 
Debia  ocupar  Cuatrebras 
Con  violencia  y  aire  marcial, 
Sin  dejar  la  ar tiller ia  atras. 

Pero  Ney  se  equivoco 
Creyendo  que  estaba  Welington 
I  por  eso  no'ejecuto 
La  orden  de  Napoleon. 

Por  otra  parte  Gruchy 
Con  treinta  mil  soldados 
Uebia  llegar  oportuno  alii 
A  marchas  mui  esforzadas. 

Pero  ni  Gruchy,  ni  Derlon 
Que  eran  su  brazo  derecho 
Por  error  o  por  despecho 
Obedecierona  Napoleon. 

Sinembargo  de  estos  contratiempos 

Napoleon  no  se  arredro 

Alistosus  campamentos 

I  a  sus  soldados  arengo. 

Dio  la  orden  de  batalla 

A  Ney,  el  bravo  de  los  hravos 

Que  hiciera  eco  la  metralla 

Y  la  lid  de  los  soldados. 

Mientras  el  se  prepare 
Con  la  fuerza  de  su  mando 
Y  violiento  pronto  ocurrio 
En  la  vanguardia  confiando. 


28] 

En  la  estrella  de  su-genio 

En  supericia  militar, 

Sin  comprender  que  ya  su  gremio 

Aun  no  queria  pelear. 

Que  todo  se  eclipsa  en  el  mundo 
Y  en  la  vida  es  contingente 
I/os  astros,  el  huracan  furibundo 
La  gloria,  el  dolor  de  la  gente. 

Se  comenzo  la  batalla 
A  las  diez  de  la  manana 
Lanzandose  sebre  la  muralla 
A  paso  mui  redoblado, 

Con  tal  furia  y  gran  valor 
Que  por  momentos  se  creyo 
Dueno  del  campo  de  honor 
Como  Sn.  Martin  en  Maipo. 

Pero  millares  de  canones 
Vomitaban  muerte  y  metralla 
Abriendo  grandes  zanjones 
En  las  lineas  de  batalla. 

Wellington  permanecia  impacible 
Como  una  roca  en  el  mar 
Se  creia  siempre  invencible 
En  aguel  estrategico  lugar, 

Y  lanzando  sus  batallones 
Como  olas  que  encrezpa  el  Oceano 
Arrazando  rocas,  farallones 
Como  huracan  en  el  verano. 

Mientrastanto  los  franceces 
Resistian  con  heriosmo 
Con  entuciasmo  y  fanatismo 
Cantando  la  Marcelleza, 

Napoleon  movio  sus  canones 

Aprovechando  un  momento  sereno 

Pero  curenas  y  guarniciones 

Se  atascaron  en  el  cieno. 

Wellington  que  vio  el  movimiento 

Y  el  conflicto  de  los  canones 

Como  rayo,  o  rafaga  de  vien:o 

Lanzo  su  cavalleria  que  corto,  solo  las  arciones, 

Por  que  Milhaud  con  sus  dragones 

Entablo  heroica  pelea 

Y  pudo  salvar  sus  canones 

De  esa  hazana,  no  hay  idea. 


Pero  Wellington  creyo  oportunio 
L,anzar  de  nuevo  su  caballeria 
Pero  despues,  uno  a  uno 
El  dragon  retrocedia. 

Fueron  bien  rechazados 
Por  los  dragones  franceces 
Que  con  brio  y  denodados 
Creian  veneer  a  los  ingleses. 

Tambien  mando  Napoleon 
A  flanquear  su  caballeria 
Pero  en  el  abismo  de  Huguemont 
Se  hundio  por  alta  de  guia. 

La  situacion  era  alarmante 
Para  Welington  y  Napoleon 
Ninguno  de  los  beligerantes 
Se  creia  dueno  de  la  accion. 

Entonces  comprendio  Napoleon 
Que  el  tiempo  le  prejudicaba 
Y  levantando  de  la  Francia  el  pendon 
Se  lanzo  sobre  las  barricadas. 

Aquello  fue  un  ruido  infernal 
Del  moribundo  el  quegido 
Parecia  el  fucio  final 
El  canon  con  su  crugido. 

El  crugir  de  la  metralla 
El  silvar  de  los  tiros  de  fucil 
El  cheque  de  la  batalla 
Las  victimas  del  proyectil. 

I  cuando  cuerpo  a  cuerpo 
Los  ejercitos  chocaron 
Y  el  triumfo  parecia  incierto 
Ney  y  Cambrone  esclamaron. 

Sublime  decia  Ney 

Y  un  ajo  lanzaba  Cambrone 

Aquel  parecia  rey 

Este  soldado  en  persona. 

Y  en  medio  del  freneci 
Napoleon  pelaba  los  ojos 
Viendo  si  llegaba  Gruchy 
O  se  veia  entre  los  abrojos. 

Tambien  Arturo  Wellington 
Ordeno  le  alistaran  su-coche 
Pensando  que  sino  llegaba  Blucher 
Se  retiraria  en  la  noche. 


[30] 

Y  alia  en  lontananza 
Se  veia  gran  polvareda 
Era  la  gran  esperanza 
Del  exitode  la  pelea. 

Napoleon  creia  era  Gruchy 
Welington  que  era  Blucher 
Pero  aquel  quedo  fuera  de  si 
Al  convercerse  que  era  este  ultimo. 
El  Jeneral  Normando 
Enemigo  acerrimo  de  Napoleon 
Habia  jurado  que  porfiando 
Enterraria  al  conquistador, 

Llego  con  suma  violencia 
Desplegando  diviciones 
I  con  su  gran  esperiencia 
Derigio  bien  sus  canones. 

I  pensando  en  sus  revec'es 
Para  tomar  la  revancha 
Cayo  sobre  los  franceces 
Como  una  gran  avalancha. 

Dirigio  terribles  andanadas 
De  tuego,  rifle  y  metralla 
Sobre  las  legiones  diezmadas 
En  sangrienta  y  terrible  batalla. 

Los  tranceces  desconsalados 
No  pudieron  resister  la  carga 
Con  sus  batallones  aniquilados 
En  una  lucha  tan  larga. 

Y  se  vieron  obligados 
A  retirarse  con  dolor 
Para  que  los  ejercitos  aliados. 
Ocupasen  el  campo  de  honor. 

Welington  quedo  vencedor 
A  luerza  de  constancia  y  firmeza. 
Y  con  gloria  y  esplendor 
Supo  veneer  a  los  franceces. 

En  pocas  horas  cayo 
I/a  grandeza  del  conquistador 
I  la  Francia  exanime  quedo 
Sometida  al  vencedor. 

Que  le  impuso  su  ley  soberana 
A  una  nacion  inocente 
Que  fue  victima  de  desmanes 
De  un  ambicioso  insolente. 


[31] 

Y  Napoleon  con  grande  pena 
Se  sometio  al  vencedor 
Que  lo  aprisiono  en  Santa  Elena 
Donde  nmrio  de  dolor, 

Como  Prometeo  sen  la  roca, 
Aspado  a  su  triste  suerte 
Su  ambicion,  no  era  cosa  poca 
Llevar  al  mundo  la  muerte. 

Despues  de  ser  de  un  imperiodueno 
Y  ser  del  mundo  pretendiente 
Y  mirar  con  orgulloso  seno 
Al  poderoso  y  al  ingente. 

En  aquel  solitario  penon 
Pocos  marcharon  consigno 
No  le  quedo  mas  amigo 
Que  Bertrand  y  Montholon. 

Para  dar  una  elocuente  leccion 
Al  conquisrador  que  en  rico  botin 
Suena  le  dara  el  canon 
Desde  el  principle  hasta  el  fin. 

Ignorando  que  la  justicia 
Es  una  Diosa  invt ncible 
La  combata  el  hijo  de  Leticia 

0  un  gigante  inconocibir. 

1  aqui  en  esta  triste  historia 
Napoleon  fue  mui  mal  servido 
Como  en  ninguna  guerra  hay  memoria 
Que  exista  tanto  extravio. 

Su  orden  no  cumpho  Derlon 
Gruchy  se  perdio  en  el  camino 
Se  ignora  si  hubo  traicion 
O  fue  negra  obra  del  destino. 

Ney  tampoco  cumplio 
Con  todo  y  ser  Muriscal 
La  suerte  se  le  cambio 
fcn  elegia  funeral. 

Y  hasta  la  celebre  caballeria 

En  un  abismo  se  hundio 

Por  fatto  de  un  infeliz  guia 

Casi  toda  perecio. 

Es  que  Dios  no  quizo  mas  ruin  as 

Para  la  Francia  civilizada 

Ni  que  fuese  victima  de  mas  desartinos 

Deun  conquistador  desalmado. 


[32] 
VII. 

Abdicaciou  de    Napoleon  Ante   el  Congreso   de  Francia. 
Ante  vosque  represent  is  la  soberaniade  la  nacion 
Me  presento  humillado  y  vencido 
Resuelto  a  hacer  franca  abdicacion 
Del  primer  imperio  que  me  habias  concedido. 
Mas   de  quince  anos  luche  sin  tregua  ni  descanso 
For  que  fueseis  el  cerebro  del  mundo 
Provoque  recias  tempestades  y  el  oceano  nunca  manso 
Del  universe  le  encontre;  siempre  bravo  i  furibundo. 
Me  han  acusado  de  haber  hecho  vil  traicion 
A  Robespierre,  a  Marat,  a  los  Girondinos 
De  haber  falseado  sacrosanta  revolucion, 
De  ambiciones,  de  errores  y  desatinos. 
De  haber  deramado  inutilmente 
La  sangre  generosa  de  los  franceces 
De  haber  dejado  en  loscampos  ilustre  gente 
En  batalles,  retiradas  y  reveces. 
De  haber  asesinado  a  Hoche  i  a  Desaix 
For  colmar  mi  exajarada  ambicion 
De  conclufr  con  los  ritos  de  lafe 
De  cambiar  a  la  Francia  su  excelsa  religion. 
De  extinguir  los  recursos  de  la  Francia 
Su  bienestar  su  industria  y  su  tesoro 
Da  arrancar  del  seno  materno  bella  infancia 
De  llenar  mi  bolcillo,  con  su  oro, 
De  haber  fucikdo  al  duque  de  Enghien 
For  infamia,  por  rencor  y  por  bajeza 
De  dejar  a  mis  enemigos  en  probreza 
De  desterrarlos  y  desacreditarlos  tambien. 
La  tribuna,  la  prensa,  se  desataron,  en  denuestos 
Lanzaronme  enormes  cargos  y  maldiciones 
Cieno  y  lodo,  como  el  hombre  mas  funesto 
Como  el  ogro  que  alberga  las  mas  bajas  pasiones. 
Todo  lo  recibi  con  paciencia  y  calma, 
Todo  en  holocausto  a  mi  bello  pensamiento 
Lo  he  llevado  escrito  en  lo  intimo  del  alma 
Y  que  claro  se  ha  revelado  con  el  tiempo. 
Queria  que  Francia  dominara  el  universo 
I  con  ella  el  triumfo  de  la  raza  latina 
Adelantondome  al  tiempo  que  con  su  cabello  terso 
No  nos  tomara  de  improvise  en  el  camino. 
Qnice  aprovechar  el  historico  momento 
En  que  bullian  las  ideas  de  la  revolucion  francesa 
Que  deslumbraban,  corno  el  mas  bello  pensamiento 
Y  se  albergaban  en  toda  humana  cabeza. 


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Y  cuando  el  triumfo  se  me  hacia  imposible 

Con  el  emperador  Alejandro  quice  repartirme  el  mundo 

Sospeche  que  mi  pensamiente,  se  hizo  vicible 

I  el  mismo  Alejandro,  se  me  puso  furibundo 

For  que  el  esperaba   que  la>  raza  eslava 
Se  estendiese  por  el  mundo  y  dominara 
Convirtiendo  a  la  libertad  en  esclava 
A  Europa  occidental  en  tartara  escandinava. 

Pero  Dios  no  permite  las  iniquidades 
Ni  que  reinela  injusticia  por  do  quiera 
Y  sin  espiacion  se  perpetuen  las  maldadas 
Ni  que  la  libertad  incensata  pereciera. 

La  lib«rtad,  es  la  Diosa  que  divina 
Alumbra  con  sus  rayos  podorosos 
Paso  el  tiempo  de  la  raza  nuestra,  la  latina 
No  es  tiempo  de  su  influencia  y  de  sus  Dioses. 

Grecia  y  Roma  nos  legaron  el  paganismo, 
La  fuerza,  el  circo  y  la  inhumana  lidia 
Los  tormentos,  la  barbaric  el  despotismo 
La  corrupcion,  la  infamia  y  la  lascivia. 

Gangrenaron  nuestra  sangra,  con  su  aliento 
Ynyectaron  en  nuestras  venas  la  perfidia 
Victimas  siempre,  de  imprescindible  tirania 
Cronicas  se  ban  vuelto,  al  traves  del  tiempo, 

Necesario  es  que  la  moderna  civilizacion 
Eche  raices,  con  otros  hombres  y  otra  raza 
Que  no  se  contenga,  ese  torrente,  ese  turbion 
Que  al  mundo  regenere  con  su  lazo. 

Que  es  la  libertad,  que  proclamo  el  cristianismo 

En  el  golgota  y  en  el  arbol  de  la  cruz 

Que  concluya  para  el  hombre  el  despotism  o 

Que  la  tuerza  se  convierta  en  radiante  luz. 

El  triumfo,  no  ha  sido  de  Wellington 

Ni  ha  faltado  la  pericia  y  el  valor 

Ni  culpa  han  tenido  Gruchy  i  Derlon 

Es  Dios  que  no  quizo  mas  dolor. 

El  mundo  es  de  Washington  y  Burke 

Que  comprenden  la  libertad  y  el  derecho 

LOS  qne  quieren  que  la  lagrima  no  sulque 

En  los  ojos,  ni  el  dolor  en  nuestro  pecho. 

Conformemonos  con  el  fallo  del  destine 

No  mas  luchas,  ni  sangre  fratricida 

Apartemos  las  espinas  del  camino 

Todo  empeno,  es  delito  parricida. 


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Declino  pues,  ante  vosotros  el  imperio 
Cayeron  para  siempra  nuestras  glorias 
El  mundo  Zajon  sera  nuestro  hemisferio 
Concluyo  para  nosotros  nuestra  historia, 

I  yo  me  amparo  a  la  bandera  de  Ynglaterra 
Confiando  en  su  grandeza  y  su  lealtad 
No  importa  habernos  hecho  cruda  guerra 
Es  supremo  el  caracter,  su  bondad. 

Y  en  estos  mementos,  se  me  avisa, 
Que  esta  listo  el  barco  Bellerofhon 
Donde  sin  perdida  de  tiempo  y  mui  de  prisa 
Debe  embarcarse  el  vencido  Napoleon. 

I  me  despido  de  vosotros  con  gran  pena, 

Se  me  manda  a  lugares  solitaries 

Nada  menos  que  al  penon  de  Santa  Elena 

Do  espero  tormentos  itineraries, 

Y  aqui  teneis  mi  flamigera  espada 

En  otros  tiempos  con  gloria  y  brillo 

Todo  en  el  mundo  se  convierte  en  nada 

Eternos  solo  el  derecho  y  libertad  de  albedrio, 


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